Missi And Duke Novels & Stories

“And you already decided you’re coming home with us, so there’s no point wasting energy pretending otherwise.” Juliette’s jaw dropped. She half-laughed, half-choked. “Wow. At least let a woman have some pride.” Duke moved like a fucking viper one second surveying the room, the next his hand was in her hair, threading through those thick dark strands and tilting her head back just the way I’d fantasized about earlier. Then he angled her toward me and dipped low, whispering in her ear, “Who needs pride when you could be coming in five minutes?”

Duke fucked her through it, then pulled out and painted her ass and back with another load of hot cum. By the time he finally let her catch her breath, Mia was a messy, marked-up, thoroughly satisfied wreck—covered in grease, sweat, and Daddy’s cum. “Stay right there,” Duke said with a wicked grin, grabbing a rag. “Let me clean you up a little… then we’ll talk about payment for the full service.”

"Sir, you have the wrong person." But Dante didn't care. He strode up to me, his eyes full of excitement and joy. "Emby, I couldn't be wrong. You must be Emby!" I frowned, trying to avoid his touch, but it was too late. Dante grabbed my hand, his voice trembling. "Emby, I've missed you so much. I've thought about you every single day for these three years!" I sighed and forcefully pulled my hand away. "Sir, you really have the wrong person. I don't know you."

they missed the old him, they all do. but turning the Duke Claude back to his old self was always a failed attempt. no matter what they do, they cannot figure out what made their Duke that way. drugs, alcohol, a traumatic incident, hypnotism or anything in between, the people cannot figure out what results to that. Soon enough, they lost hope as they too succumbed to the depressing state of their duke to which soon affected the duchy itself and trickled down to the people of the Fortess Dukedom.

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

She walked to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and drank from it without saying anything. “Get ready,” Duke whispered into my ear. “We’re leaving by twelve.” He didn’t care that she was still there. He said it anyway. Then he walked out. Lisa stood there for a moment, gripping the bottle tightly. Her fingers tightened around it. Then she turned and walked out without another word. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. That was intense. ****** When Duke said we were disappearing, I didn’t expect this. A private beach house. Just the two of us.

"W-We need to hurry, Duke! I don't know what time it will start." Duke gave me a deadpan look, not seeing me believable in his eyes right now. "W-What?" I asked in confusion, not knowing what his stares mean, until it slowly sank into me. "Oh!" I blurted out before I bit my lip again. How silly. Of course, Duke knew when it'll start. He's the mafia boss of the Myers's clan, anyway. And currently the top of every other clan in the mafia. I grimaced at myself before I slowly sat back to bed beside him and he was quick to pull me around his arms again.

She nodded, though her eyes didn’t leave me. I headed back into the house. Duke wasn’t the type to call unless something was seriously wrong. When I reached his room, he was already seated at his desk, with a laptop open in front of him. He barely looked up as I stepped inside, waving me over without a word. “What’s going on?” I asked as I shut the door behind me. “I’ve been digging…” Duke murmured, clicking through a string of files. “…into Rowan, and the Mahesh Mafia. And I think they're connected to the explosion that killed Aria’s mother.”

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.

*Third Person* The party was in full swing, the entire world was introduced to the newly christened Duke and Duchess of Faerl. Of course, Stacie wouldn’t stay a duchess for long. Scottie beat Aranelda to the proposal, though. He stepped out onto the dance floor, Lily on his arm, as the DJ turned down the music. “And now, your new Duke of Faerl, Scott MaComb Jr would like to have everyone’s attention.”